the jock and the teacher-1

It was my 2nd year as a PE teacher at an all boys, private, New York City high school. I was straight but something about being around all of those hot, sweaty, sexy boys with high testosterone levels who were just about done with puberty and sinking into their newly found masculinity made me horny. The boys took showers after class and with their sexy bodies it was hard to hide my ever so occurring hard-ons.

The locker room was where the guys shared their sex lives. I would overhear them talking about how they bagged a girl last night and how she blew like never before. I would occasionally hear them talking about their manhood from my office but that was as close as I got to seeing anything since I wasn’t allowed to stay in the changing rooms, according to policy. Eric, a completely sexy jock, was always first to mention his sex stories. He sounded like a beast in bed. He also was first to mention his cock, I think he like it when the guys listened but someone always interrupted him. It was basketball season and my star pupil, Eric, was on the skins team. I always put the boys I had things for on the skins side and the rest on shirts. I had the hots for the athletes and putting them on the skins was my little way of pleasing my sexual turn ons.

I was packing in the crotch department and loved it. My cock hung well whether it was horny or not. When I was relaxed I was a good 6 inches, when I got excited I grew to a hefty 9in. I was lucky in length and girth. You could barely wrap your middle finger and thumb around it. Eric had also been on the swim team, he was the leading swimmer. I would get a little buzz every time he took his shirt off. His chest was clean except the line of tiny hairs that framed his 6 pack and led eager onlookers to his, I’m sure, pubic hair-covered monster cock. His shoulders were built, but not like a quarterback, his muscular arms were lean and strong. His hands were huge and he could grasp a basketball with just one hand.

Eric was tossing the basketball to his shirtless team member and then it happened. He grunted and my dick twitched a little. He threw the ball across the court and pulled a neck muscle at the same time. It may not have been good news for him, or at least he thought it was bad news, but I knew this was the perfect time for me to give Eric some every well earned cock to cock action. His moans and groans were a turn on all alone. I ran over to him and stood on his right and put my arm around him. Ohhh, it was hot, I could feel my dicks grow with excitement. I told the class to continue playing while I took care of Eric.

I walked him over to the locker rooms and asked him if he was ok. I told him to sit on the bench and he did. I began to massage his shoulders and neck. I wanted to touch his skin, feel his sweat, and rub his back. I rubbed some cream onto his soft skin. I told him to hit the teacher’s shower in my locker room and rub his neck under hot water. He asked why that shower. I told him it was because I had a pressure nozzle in my shower, that was partially true, but the real reason was to get him into a private little room. He began to take his basketball shorts off and he stood in front of me in his white boxer briefs. He had tanned skin and with his pure white undies I could see his member pretty well. He had a little wet spot on his briefs which excited me but he wasn’t horny at all so I didn’t think it was from the same reason I was dripping with precum. He was saying something but I couldn’t pay any attention, I was just mesmerized. He continued and as he did he was sliding his briefs to the floor. I was shocked that he would do such a thing in front of his 36yr old PE teacher. I could have orgasmed right there. Eric didn’t realize I was staring at his humongous limp 7inch cock. It seemed as if he had shaved his cock recently for his pubic hairs were short and clean cut.

I wanted to freeze time right then and there and pounce on his cock. His legs were ohh so sexy too. They looked like long, clean, dark, muscular towers. His feet were just as amazing. I had a thing about feet. If they weren’t perfect and clean you had better have been a beast in bed or I wouldn’t get close to you. His feet weren’t a problem at all. His feet were masculine but pampered and clean. His toes were perfectly cute. I wouldn’t mind sucking and slurping on those bad boys at all. As he turned around and began to walk to my shower he exposed his tight big ass. You could see his butt muscles flex and tighten with every step. He had the ass muscles to fuck for hours on end. I left him alone and went back to the gym to check on the other boys.

best cocksucker in the galaxy

I lost count of the days of fantasy, the days I wanted nothing more than to jam a fat cock in my mouth and suck till the cum ran dry. To take my hand round the shaft and introduce the delicious dick to the best cock-sucker in the galaxy. To start with my tongue lapping against the juicy ball, wanting every man-seed inside to swim down my throat. To stroke and stroke and wet my tongue against it. To feel the thick meat in my hand. To taste the precum seeping off the tip. To slap your dick across my face. I’d love it. I’d suck it wildly. I’d devour the cock.
You’d feel the warmth of my motion, wrapping my tongue round the tip, teasing it into absolute hardness. Then I’d take it deep, my tongue stroking the balls, licking the balls. I’d come up for air and jack your cock. Then I’d repeat.
Eventually I’d turn over. There’d be lube. I’d lube my ass for you, lube your cock, stroke it some in the process, and my ass is yours. You’d enter me. I’d take every bit of you. Then you’d fuck me with reckless abandon. You’d jam your cock so far up my ass my dick would stand on end. I’d jack myself, waiting so much for your cum all over my face and in my mouth.
You’d have an idea. I’d agree. I’d do as you say: get on my back, roll my body over itself, positioning my cock above my mouth. I’d lick the tip of my cock while I watch you watch me suck myself. Then you’d start fucking me again. I would suck my cock while I’d watch your dick pound my ass. I would wish it wouldn’t end. Then I’d cum in my own mouth. You’d pull out. I’d roll forward and start sucking you, eating your cock, loving it, stroking it. You’d lean your head back and release every ounce into my mouth.
I’d say I need to take a shower with our cum streaming down the sides of my mouth. Then I’d lick my lips invitingly. You’d watch my sweet sexy ass as I left the room. The sound of the shower coming on would put thoughts in your head of what more you’d want to do with me. Your cock so hard at the scenes in your mind, you’d make for the bathroom, open the door, and see me rubbing my own hard cock.
You’d enter the shower while I masturbate. My cock would bulge. You’d get real close to me and rub our hard penises together. I’d finger your hole while stroke you slowly. Then you’d start to crave sucking me, so you’d lower yourself and waste little time taking the head of my penis to the back of your throat: all seven thick inches sucked so nicely. When you’d need a breath you’d jack my cock perfectly and then take me deep again and again.
Then you’d come up, turn me around, and start fucking me, but this time you’d jack me off while I cup your balls in my hand. The steaming water would fall around us, washing away the sweat. I’d need it again, though, for I wouldn’t be able o get enough of it; to pull your dick from my ass and start sucking and sucking. I’d do the same for you, and drop your entire shaft into my mouth. It wouldn’t take but seconds before you’d blow into my mouth and across my face. Then you’d want some for yourself. First you’d kiss me, licking your cum from my mouth before kneeling to suck me. I’d want it bad, to see my cum ozzing onto your face and into your mouth. I’d rub your cum all over my face as you slurp my dick into perfect ecstasy. The orgasm would be better than the last as I’d release my load in your face. You’d catch cum in your mouth and swallow it. Then we’d kiss, rubbing dicks together, as I lick my cum from your face.

I love the days of fantasy but more than that I love his cock, for real.

our married neighbor-p2

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He still let out an amazed, “Wow, you sluts!” a smile widening across his face.
It was time to go so we made our excuses and left.
A lot of conversation followed between us, about Jeff. We decided he was just a little lost and randy and was seeking solace in people close to him. We decided it was Miriam we should feel sorry for. We could not even pursue Jeff’s curiosity out of respect for her.
That was until the day I saw the plumber back at Miriam and Jeff’s house for the second time that week. When I saw her, I asked if they had some problems and she said it was a leak in the bathroom. Strangely, when I asked Jeff if they had managed to get the leak sorted, he said it had been repaired three weeks previously. The plumber next visit the following Monday, started to raise my curiosity. Sometimes working from home could be a curse!
I walked out and around to the back of the house, then down the service lane and, sure enough, their bedroom curtains were almost closed. As I looked again from behind a tree, a hunky, hairy plumber, naked to the waist, reached up and closed them fully. Miriam was getting her satisfaction elsewhere.
When I told Simon, he smiled and said, “That changes the rules doesn’t it?” His wicked grin suggested we should, perhaps, push Jeff’s curiosity.
Of course nothing did happen. I didn’t see the plumber’s van again though I did see a dark saloon car parked near her house and what looked like the same guy going inside, on a couple of other occasions. Miriam seemed much perkier than usual but, having seen the plumber, I would have been perkier if he had been sticking his cock into me on a regular basis. Jeff was happier because Miriam was happier and we weren’t going to spill the beans.
Jeff heard that we had been using a gym in the town centre and said he was thinking of moving to it. We arranged for a guest pass and he came with us. After our exercises I was aware, in the showers, that Jeff was taking an interest in me while I soaped. Simon was already getting dressed.
We showered alongside each other and Jeff suddenly said, “Do you take Simon or the other way around?”
I was slightly taken aback but told him that I usually took Simon.
“He seems well blessed so how can you get it all inside you?” he continued while washing away quite nonchalantly.
“Patience and experience,” I said. “I can take a lot bigger than Simon if I have to.”
Jeff looked down at his cock and cupped his hands under his balls to make it rise up. “Even this, if you had to?”
“Particularly that if I had to,” I said smiling.
“Slut,” he said with a smile and changed the conversation around to whether we should go for drink afterwards.
We ended up in a semi-gay bar where many local gays met for a drink on weekday evenings. The gayness wasn’t that obvious so we weren’t troubled at taking Jeff. After a few pints, Jeff went to the toilet and I updated Simon on the conversation in the showers. When Jeff returned, he sat down with a smirk on his face.
“Christ you gays are well blessed,” he said. “The guy next to me at the urinals flashed a fucking massive dick at me, brick hard as well. Nice to see I can pull both sexes.” He looked over at me and said, “And I bet you would have had problems taking his cock up your arse.” He then nodded to the guy coming out of the toilets.

I looked across at the attractive thirty-something coming out and smiled as I glanced over at Simon, then Jeff and said, “I have!”

Jeff spluttered, “You two are just too much.”

The odd innuendo on evening sessions with him and Miriam was all that followed. We saw little further evidence of Miriam’s plumber fling but her constant good nature suggested he was still keeping her happy and Jeff, from what he said, was still not getting enough.

A hen party for one of Miriam’s old schoolmates took her to Dublin for three nights and prompted a suggestion from Jeff that we have a wild lad’s weekend at home. His emphasis at the two words “wild” and “lads” suggested to me that he wanted to tease his sexuality further.

Simon was a bit awkward at first. “What happens if we end up naked in bed with him? And then what happens afterward?”
“You know Simon,” I said, “I’m so fucking hot to have his cock in me that I don’t fucking care.”
“Randy cunt,” he said with a smile.
Night one, Friday, went as most drunken lad’s night do and we ended up, after a pub crawl, back at ours. All slouched on relevant couches and talking about life. We found out that Jeff had gone to a well heeled boarding school and he told us that, though there were many “faggots” he had never indulged as it hadn’t been his scene. After a suitably long and embarrassed silence he then told us, his attitude had changed. In what way, we didn’t know!
“How many guys have fucked you?” he suddenly asked me.
“Don’t know, probably around 60,” I said.
“Holy shit,” he responded.
“How many guys have you fucked?” he asked Simon.
“Around 60,” he said, “but I have sex with many more whom I haven’t fucked.”
“Jeesus Christ and here’s me thinking having 10 women was amazing and daring. I’m missing out somewhere and certainly now when Miriam thinks sex is a once a month thing!” he said.
He started to ask a few more personal questions about how I kept it clean for fucking and both Simon and I got a very clear feeling that that was one of his aversions had clearly been swept away. At around 1:00am he clambered to his feet and said he was horny and going to bed and with that, he stumbled out of the door, leaving Simon and I with brick hard erections and the need for some quick mutual masturbation.
He invited himself for supper the following night and though we did not want to push him towards sex (and suffer recriminations when his guilty conscience kicked in), we were determined to be slightly more proactive and responsive to his questions this time.
After dinner, beer and wine, we ended up in an almost identical scenario on the couches. Jeff nursed a Remy Martin and pointed out that he had had to wank twice the previous night.
“Miriam’s away and you two can fuck each other whereas all I have is this,” he said holding up his right hand.
“Oh poor Jeff. If we had known, we would have helped you,” I said.
“Yeh a real dick in you would have made you less cocky,” he slurred.
“Did you fuck last night?” he then asked quietly.
“Yes,” Simon lied….

it’s showtime

I grew up in the era of the drive-in theater. My family attended and as I grew older I realized I was gay and still attended the drive-in but usually with a group of guys I wanted to mess around with but didn’t since I wasn’t sure if they liked dick like I did.

When I went off to college the city had two drive-in theaters but I didn’t have a car or truck so if I went I usually went with a group of guys who were hot but not into gay sex, or so I thought. I usually came back to the room and jacked off thinking of all of them. My roommate, who I adored but kept at a distance since he always gave me an instant hard on with his rippled muscles and nice basket in those jeans, came in one nite with a proposition.

“How about you and me hitting the drive in tonight Mike?” James asked. I thought for a moment and realized it could be a fun dream setting. So, off Mike and I went at sunset to see some B flick which was ok with me since I was sitting next to a fantastic blonde stud.

As the movie progressed we both realized how dull and boring it was which prompted James to ask some rather personal questions. “Say Mike how many times have you done your girlfriend Marie?” he calmly asked.

“Well, James, none really, at this point.” I replied.

“Has she sucked you off any?” He continued.

Rather timidly, I had to admit she never had. But then again I wasn’t worried about her just about James and wanting him!!

Suddenly James asked, “I don’t want to make you mad or anything Mike but have you ever jacked off with another guy or sucked a guy off?” I finally had to admit I had jacked off with a guy or two in my day. James continued, “I have an idea if you’re game? My windows are tinted so how about I climb in the back seat of my truck, strip down, and you join me for a two-man circle jerk?”

I couldn’t believe my ears but I tried as much as possible to hold in my excitement. And replied “Are you sure here? What if we are seen?” I continued. But James was persistent and jumped in the back seat with a smirk of “don’t look”.

In about 3 minutes his boxers flew up into the front and he hollered, “Come on back.”

I about died when I looked as James was completely naked and with a 7 inch hard on that was already dripping with precum. “Come on back and I’ll strip you down,” he laughed. I couldn’t join him soon enough. “Remember,” he said, “this has to stay between us!” I quickly lowered my head and sucked on cock that I just couldn’t get enough of. James was crooning and then whispered, “turn around and we’ll 69!”

We were both just about to explode when the passenger truck door flew open and in came a young black guy from school that hollered “Hey its show time!!” We both were scared to death at that point.

“Hey guys,” he laughed, “don’t be scared I run the projection booth and I can see right down into the untinted front ofyour pickup window. And wow, I liked what I saw so here I am to join in with you guys.” Mark, as he was named, quickly locked the door stripped down and jumped in the back seat with us. He had an 8-inch hard on and was ready for action. We forgot the movie, our dogs from the concession stand and instead concentrated on our asses, our dicks, getting pleasured, and making each other moan and groan. As the credits were played for the ending of the movie we all had cum twice and licked ass until we were in heaven. Needless to say it continued on a weekly basis, sometimes at the drive in and sometimes near the river.

Just to strip naked and to realize we were in areas where we could have gotten caught only made the orgasm more intense. The two years at college were two of the best in getting laid and going to the show. As always whenever I hear the term “it’s showtime,” it has special memories for me.

Red, Hot Ass

Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!
She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me!
But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.
My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5′6″ and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.
When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there was a chance for me to be promoted, learn the business. The head guy was a big, tough looking man in his early fifties. He looked strong, his hair was partially gray. He was nice to me, or so it seemed, but the stories of his temper ran through the office every day, so I was scared of him.
He called me into his office, I had never been in it before. It was a big, wide open office. He was on the phone and indicated I should wait. I looked around and immediately I saw two big paddles. Both had Greek letters on them, and I realized they must be paddles from when this man was in college, fraternity paddles. I began to harden, just at the sight of them.
“Those were the days,” he had come up behind me. “See those?” I nodded. “Well, if you were a pledge for our fraternity, those got laid against your ass and I mean hard. Hell, in front of the whole damned fraternity, and you better not make a noise except to say, “Thank you, Sir. May I have another.” He stopped, laughed, “and I can tell you, they were always willing to ‘give you another.’”
“It’s Jason, right?” I nodded. “Okay, look, I need some help, understand?” I nodded again. “I need you to attend a party with my wife tonight. I can’t go.” I had no idea what to say. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s not black tie or anything. It’s a very casual fundraiser. All you really need to do is driver her there, and just hang around. Can you do it?”
I nodded. “Good,” and with that he gave me the details. As I was leaving he stopped me. “Were you in a frat at college?” I shook my head. He sighed, “too bad. Was a great time, can tell you that.”
And then his phone rang.
The party was fine, it all worked out. His wife was in her late 40’s, pretty, but old. She had big, fake tits that she showed off, though her legs and ass were very fine. But all I could think of was her husband, with a paddle in his hand spanking my naked ass.
He called me in the next day, right at 5:00. “Everything go okay?” I nodded. “Well, my wife didn’t think so.” He glared at me. “In fact, she told me you tried to feel her tits, is that true?” I denied it, but it was clear he didn’t believe me. “She said you tried to grope her at the party, and in the car. Now, what the hell is that all about?”
I had no idea what to say. He had stood, come over to me. He was huge, big, threatening. “Look,” he said menacingly, you had better tell me the truth or your ass is out of this place, understand?” I denied it again, but he was having none of it. He grabbed my arm, and I was scared as hell. I felt like peeing I was so scared.
“Look, you little shit. You have two choices right now. One, I fire your punk ass.” He stopped, and I begged him not to. I really did need the job. “Or two, those paddles get used on your punk ass.”
For a moment I had no idea what he was talking about, but then he had one of the paddles in his hand. “Understand?” And I did. And I almost fainted. Not from fear, oh no, but from desire. My face got flushed, and I felt faint. My knees went rubbery. I know I almost fell, but he caught me. And in the same motion he yanked my pants down, I was wearing no underwear. “Ah, you like to go natural, eh?”
I was still standing, he was holding me up. I wriggled, he thought I was trying to tear away, and WHAP, he hit my ass. I yelped, I couldn’t help myself. He laughed, and WHAP, he hit me again. He forced me over his couch, my naked ass sticking in the air, and he went at me. He hit me five more times, hard as hell. Then he stopped. I turned around. He was standing about three feet from me, looking at my, what I am sure, was bright red ass.
“Okay, you’ve had your punishment. No more of that shit, okay?” I said nothing. I just stood and turned around. I was bone hard. He stared at my cock. I had very little, almost no hair on my crotch. My testicles were drawn up against the base of my shaft. My penis was not big, on the small side actually, probably 5 inches or so.
“You didn’t try to fondle my wife’s tits, did you?” He said with dawning understanding. I shook my head. “She lied, didn’t she?” I nodded. He seemed at a loss for words, his anger had gone.
“But,” he began, then stopped, then started again, “but you didn’t mind the paddle, did you.” I shook my head.
He opened his pants and pulled them halfway down. His cock was fat, dark, and circumsized. The head was purple and big. He was soft. He had a big, thick bush of dark hair. His balls were big, and hung down. They also were covered with hair.
I didn’t know what to say. I turned around again and bent over the couch. When the paddle hit me, I whimpered, and then it hit me again, and again. Then I felt his blunt, thick fingers probing me, they were slick with spit, I assumed. Then one pushed into me, then another. I stayed still, I made no sound. They pulled out of me, and I knew what was coming. I had waited all my life for it to happen, and now it was happening. His hand smacked my burning ass once, then again, and again. Then I felt the bulbous, hot tip of his prick at my hairless fuckhole. It was slick, I don’t know if it was spit or precum.
He pushed forward, I pushed out, and he entered me, all the way in one movement. I grunted, but held still. And then he fucked me. I ground back against him, and as he fucked me he spanked me, hard.
And I began to cum, cum from his spear up me, and from his hard, calloused hand hitting me. I shot off all over the back of the couch. Once the hard jets finished, I just kept cumming, cum drooling thickly from my little prick.
“You fucking little queer,” he said and moved faster, harder. I could tell he was near. And then he rammed his full length up me. I could feel his cock expand, I knew he was shooting off, and then it pulsed. I was so sensitive it was almost too much to bear. He held his pose, hard into me.
Finally, his hard body, which was against my back relaxed. He pulled off me, and out of me. I clenched, I knew I was full.
Before he could even move, I turned and dropped to my knees and took his half hard dick into my mouth. He laughed as I sucked on him. His hands rested on the top of my thick hair. He didn’t harden, but I didn’t care. I had a cock in my mouth. Finally he pushed me away.
He pulled his pants and undershorts up. “Get dressed.” I did as I was told.
He went behind his desk. “No one, understand?” I nodded. “Tomorrow, at 5:00, right here.”
I nodded, and finally spoke, “thank you.”
He smiled, “No, thank you! Now get that hot, red ass out of my office.”

double facial

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John was a 24 year old with a great body. He had always been a ’straight guy’, but he had always had some serious fantasies about sucking cock and about having cum shot on his face. At some point he had begun cumming on his own face from time to time, but that just didn’t seem to cut it. He began watching a lot of porn where girls would be getting one, two, three…twelve huge cumshots all over their faces and he always secretly wanted that girl to be him. He wanted to be that person getting absolutely drenched in cum. Eventually, his fantasy turned from something of the imagination during frequent masturbation into a physical reality…
New Year’s eve was upon him and he went out with his straight friends to a straight bar and had some good old straight fun. He tried to convince a few straight girls to have straight sex with him, but to no avail – the night was fruitless. Waking up in his bed on the first day of 2008, he said to himself, “If I can’t get some from these prude straight chicks, maybe it’s time to try a little something different…something I have been fantasizing about for so long…” He then and there grabbed his computer and got to business. He responded to an online posting – two guys were looking for a third to give them both blowjobs at the same time. He was a bit nervous about meeting complete strangers and putting their cocks in his mouth and hopefully having them spray his entire face down with jizz, but at the same time he was super horny and excited to act out the fantasy. Once the back and forth emails had subsided, John got in his car as fast as he could and drove to the designated meeting place. John was already hard and all he could think about was cocks in his mouth and cum all over his face. He met the two guys in the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. The other two guys were in their 40s but in great shape as well. John rolled down his window, took a look at the two guys and said, “You still want to do this?” The two men eagerly replied yes. With all parties having liked what they’d seen, they proceeded directly to the two guys apartment. The walk up to the building and the elevator ride were filled with small talk, as John was still a bit nervous. All the time though, he couldn’t believe he was about to put these two guys cocks in his mouth and that they were going to cover his face with their loads.
When they got into the apartment, John went directly to the living room and got on his knees. It was on – John wanted dick and he really wanted that cum! John look at them and said “I’ll be down here, you guys do your thing.” John unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. With that, the two men walked over to John and unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks, which were already hard. They began jerking off above John who was patiently waiting on his knees, jerking his cock right beneath them. John starred intently at their cocks – they were beautiful. Both were large and throbbing. He looked back and forth from cock to cock and looked up at the two men. This went on for a few minutes until John finally reached out and grabbed both cocks and shoved one into his mouth. It was an amazing feeling, the warm cock moving in and out of his mouth rubbing his lips and his tongue. John went back and forth between each of the two cocks, always jerking the one that wasn’t currently in his mouth.
One of the men began sucking John’s cock while John was sucking the other cock. Then the two men switched and John blew the other and his dick was sucked by the other man. Eventually, they were both above John again and he was furiously going back and forth between sucking the two and jerking them off. John had never been so turned on in his life. One of the men grabbed John’s head and began fucking his mouth. John gagged a few times. Both men grabbed their cocks and slapped John on the face their hard, wet dicks. They tapped John’s forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and his tongue, which was sticking out as far as John could make it. John was all the while jerking his hard cock with his free hand and was getting close to cumming. John looked up at both the men and said “cum on my face” quietly.
One of the men said, “what do you want?”
And John repeated, louder this time, “I want your cum all over my face.” John continued stroking his throbbing cock and leaned back to facilitate the best shooting angle for his first facial. The two men were jerking off and John was staring at their cocks and into their eyes periodically.
One of the men said to the other. “Let me go first”. With that he began groaning and John prepared for what seemed like it had been a lifetime of waiting for, a nice big wet load of sperm on his face. John closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue just as far as he could. John closed his eyes just in time to see cum begin to start shooting out of the man’s cock, headed directly for his mouth and face. Finally, the first stream of cum hit his face. It was so warm. It hit him from the forehead all the way down to his chin…a stream across his entire face. He could immediately feel it begin to run down his face.
As soon as the first stream had hit him, the second arrived. This one was at more of a shallow angle and hit John in the lips, tongue and mouth. The taste of the cum was great and John rolled his cum covered tongue across his cum covered lips in a circular motion. John was having so much fun with the two loads of cum that had already hit him that he was surprised by the third rope of jizz that hit him on the nose and cheek. John was in heaven – two more ropes came from the same man drenching John in dripping hot sperm.
John was completely satisfied with what had happened so far – he was on the verge of cumming himself…his hand vigorously jerking his cock. The second man began groaning the same time as John began. The second man shot a stream of cum across John’s face at the same time that John shot sperms up out of his cock. John’s load landed all over his underwear, jeans, belt, and legs. Some of the jizz fell back onto his cock and ran onto his balls. John’s hand, still jerking his cock, had cum all over it as well. The second man’s first load that had hit John’s face had landed such that it was laid over the previous man’s various loads and made a crossed pattern. The second man shot three more ropes of sperm onto John’s face and into John’s mouth. John wanted so badly to see what he looked like that very instant. His face and protruding tongue were completely covered in nut butter. As John was finishing his orgasm, the first man’s load had already begun dripping all over his shirt.
Not surprisingly, John was not able to open his eyes as they were caked with cum. He could feel cum EVERYWHERE! It was still warm. The cum in John’s mouth was allowed to drool out over his tongue and down his chin. This huge volume of jizz poured onto John’s already drenched shirt. The two men were sighing and chuckling. John loved it. He could not have asked for a better first facial experience. John sat there, on his knees, soaked the two men’s cum with it still running down his face. After a while of letting it all ’soak in’, one of the men brought John a towel and he cleaned up. John’s shirt, however, was so drenched in the two men’s sperm that he had to borrow a shirt. John rolled up his jizz-drenched shirt and the two men let him out. John didn’t say a word in the elevator. Once John got home, he proceeded to masturbate three times in a row – reliving the most amazing experience he’d ever had over and over again.

a train experience

I was off to Florida, away from the dreary streets of Manhattan. My Aunt lived in Florida and my parents had agreed that as I had just turned 18, I could go visit her for the Winter Break. I thought I would fly, but my parents suggested I take the Silver Meteor to Jacksonville and my Aunt could meet me there. “You’ll see a lot more of the Country than if you were just flying over it.” Actually, the thought of a train ride was great. This wouldn’t be like the subways I took each day, but a real true to life train, with dining cars and all the trimmings. I agreed and my parents bought me a ticket.
The train left in the evening, around 9:30 p.m. and would arrive in Jacksonville the following morning. I kissed my parents good-bye at the train station and with the help of a conductor, found my seat. It was a great seat, wide, comfortable and next to the window. After my parents had left, I quickly slipped off the train and went to a magazine stand. I bought three porn mags, two of hetero and, with a blush, one of men on men, or I should say young guys with young guys. I then bought a newspaper. I hid them in my briefcase and boarded the train five minutes before it pulled out.
I loved riding the train, watching NYC go by, and then moving into the suburbs. My parents had been right, this was the way to go when you had the time, and I had plenty of time. After awhile, other passengers began to turn off their lights. I was amazed that I had the whole row to myself when, suddenly, a man in his late forties sat down in the aisle seat. He was slim, with silver hair and a thin, good-looking face. I noticed his hands, which were very well manicured and had long, thin, fingers. They looked like a pianist’s hands. He was very well dressed, immaculate in a white shirt, blue pants, blue blazer and a beautiful red tie. He smiled at me, “do you mind?” he asked and I shook my head. What the heck, I knew I could look at my mags inside the newspaper I had bought and that I could keep a blanket over my lap to hide the erection I knew I was going to get. Just thinking about the mags made my cock feel full, ready. I loved jerking off, and loved jerking off in strange places even more. I realized that I wouldn’t be able to masturbate in my seat with the man there, but knew that the bathroom was available.
He talked for awhile, asking me where I was going, what school I went to, just chit chat. He told me that he was, in fact, a pianist for a small symphony in the city. “I like it,” he had enthused, “I’ve been in the big symphonies before and there are just too much politics.” Finally, our conversation ebbed. I wanted it to end so I could get out my newspaper, and the porno mags I had bought. Ron, for that was his name, finally wound down, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I opened my briefcase, slid a hetero mag out, and put it in the newspaper. Then, with the newspaper as cover, began to peruse its contents. I was befuddled by my sexuality. I was jealous of those who said “I have always been gay, since birth,” or “I love women, I’m purely hetero.” I was confused, that I knew. I loved women, their big, steamy breasts. And I loved men, their hot, hard cocks. My experience was limited. I had actually penetrated only one girl, and she was not the best looking girl in our school, by any description. In fact, she was a known “slut,” and would fuck anybody. I fucked her on the soccer field after a school dance. Three other guys had fucked her before I had, I had watched, so she was slippery as hell when I shoved into her. And she had been drunk. So, I couldn’t say I had great experience in the hetero area. My experience in the gay area was just as limited. A friend had gotten drunk and admitted he was gay. He was overweight, and not very good looking, but had performed oral sex on me, which was okay, and I had jerked him off, which was also okay, though his penis was very small and thin.
So, here I was on a train, a confirmed masturbation addict who loved porno of all kinds, and a confused 18 year old who got hard when the wind blew. The hetero mag was good, beautiful, but real looking women getting hammered by long, fat cocks. Anal was especially hot for me, as I loved to shove stuff up my greedy asshole. I had always loved anal penetration and practiced it often, though I had to be creative with what I used as I really had no where to store dildos, even if I was willing to pay the exorbitant price the adult stores asked for them. I hardened fully, and looked over at Ron. He looked asleep. He had reclined the seat fully and put a pillow under his head. I surreptitiously reached under the blanket, adjusted my seven-inch cock, and rubbed the head a bit for luck. Then went back to the magazine.
After I had fully perused the first, I went to the second hetero mag. It wasn’t as good, but was still worth pondering over. As I sat there, hard as stone, I wondered if I should go jerk off in the bathroom now, or wait. I decided to wait, and took out the gay magazine I had bought. It was phenomenal. Great looking young guys, hard, with big, immense pricks. There was a great spread of anal sex between two hot studs, bareback and deep. It made my asshole itch and I wondered if I could chance shoving the cucumber I had brought with me up my asshole in the bathroom, or if it was too risky. I had been rubbing my cock under the blanket and had even chanced pulling the knob out, wetting it with spit and really giving it a good going over. My nipples, which were big, were also getting a careful, secretive work out. It seemed as if they were, somehow, tied to my cock and the more I pinched them, pulled at them, even clamped them with clothespins, the more sensitive they became. I decided to slip the cucumber into my pocket, and go jerk off in the bathroom. I was horny as hell and really needed relief.
As I carefully stood, loath to wake Ron, his eyes opened and he looked directly at my crotch, which was almost right in front of his face. I knew the bulge my still half hard cock made was visible, and so I blushed.
“Oh, sorry Tory, where you going?” I mumbled something about the bathroom, and then maybe to the dining car. As I started to move, he smiled and said, “you sure you aren’t going to go to the bathroom and masturbate?” That stopped me, dead. I gaped at him. He laughed lightly. “Oh, sorry Tory. I didn’t mean to embarrass you but next time you look at porno magazines in a railroad car, be sure that you don’t sit next to the window.” He pointed, and I realized that while I was sitting there, thinking I was so smart hiding the magazines in the newspaper, they were clearly reflected in the clear glass of the window. “They seemed to be pretty good ones, especially the last.” I didn’t know what to say. He was referring to the gay mag, and that really embarrassed me. He just looked at me steadily. “Why don’t you sit back down for a moment?” I did. For a moment he seemed at a loss for words. Finally, and with some trepidation, he said, “I can help, Tory.” I had no idea what he was talking about and I suppose my expression clearly conveyed my confusion. “With your problem,” he said, looking at my crotch. And then I realized what he was saying, and got scared shitless. He was homosexual! And he was offering to have sex with me! I started to bumble about how I wasn’t really like that, I really liked girls and had just got that magazine out of curiosity. He just looked at me. Finally, I ran down. He turned towards me. “Look, Tory, I am merely offering, that’s all. I just thought that if you liked magazines like that, maybe you would like to experience it, that’s all. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t worry. I’m not going to bite you, after all.” He suddenly smiled, “unless you ask me to, of course.”
I mumbled something about how tired I was, then turned away and pretended to try to sleep. He was silent. And I guess I did sleep, at least for a while. When I woke up, I was facing him, all curled up, and drool wetting my shirt. I didn’t move, just opened my eyes. Everything was dark, except Ron had a tiny reading light on. And by that light, I saw his cock. He had his pants open, but not pulled down. His shirt was pulled up above his nipples, which were big, even bigger than mine, and hard. His cock was fully erect, long, maybe nine inches. The shaft was thin, thinner than mine, but the head of his prick was huge, a gigantic mushroom on top of a thin stalk. It was an angry red, beginning to turn purple from the movement of his hand. He was slowly jerking off. His pee slit was oozing pre-cum, and as I watched, through half closed eyes, I saw him rub the slippery fluid over the gigantic, angry cock head. I was fascinated with what I was seeing. My own prick swelled. It was like looking at a magazine, but this was real.
“You don’t have to pretend you’re not looking Tory, I don’t mind.” I felt myself blush.
“I should call the conductor.” I said, trying to bluff my way out of my embarrassment.
He just smiled, “oh, go ahead if you wish to. I will just stuff it back in my pants and, well, you’re the one with the gay porno mag, aren’t you?” And that floored me, he was right, I was. I mentally shrugged, I wouldn’t have called the conductor anyway. “Have you ever seen a man’s cock, Tory?” I shook my head. He opened his pants more, giving me a better look. I realized something I had not picked up on before, he was shaved, completely, bald as an egg. He showed me his testicles, big, much larger than mine. “You can watch, Tory, if you wish.” And he went back to slowly stroking his prick, playing with the inordinately huge, angry red knob.
“Are you gay?” I asked. And then I realized the stupidity of my question, “I mean, you know, just gay, not hetero at all?”
He smiled, “I know what you mean. Oh, I’m married, have been for twenty years, but I prefer men, always have. Understand?”
I shook my head, confused. “I thought, well, you were one or the other?”
He slowed his hand motion, just keeping his cock hard. He was clearly trying to frame his words. “I don’t know Tory. I guess if you told me I could only be one or the other, I would go with men for that is the kind of sex, the kind of company I really love. But I have good sex with my wife. I know she has other men, and she knows I like men, and we live with that. It is tough to understand, but it works.”
I was quiet for awhile, just looking at his cock, feeling my own erection throb. The only guy sex I had was with a kid I didn’t really like, but I really wanted to feel a penis. Looking at Ron, I suddenly knew that sex with him would be different, and, I realized, better, a lot better. I nodded.
He chuckled quietly, “well, if you really do understand you’re doing better that I am, for I am still a bit confused, even after all these years.” He looked right at me. “But what I do know, is I would gladly suck your cock until you shot your load into my mouth.” His sudden lapse into dirty talk stunned me for a moment, but then got me hot as hell. He was looking right at me. “Tory, you don’t need to do a thing. Just lean back, imagine what you want, or look at your magazines.” His hand was moving faster now. Without any warning, he moved into the seat next to me, his long cock flopping around as he did so. “No one will see, Tory. They are all asleep, and none of them are able to see even if they were awake.”
I had always loved risk, especially exhibitionistic risk. Jerking off in men’s rooms at the urinal, scared some man would come to the one next to me and see, or in dressing rooms. I would get so hot thinking about the cameras everyone said were in those rooms, and some security guard watching me jerk off, come on a handkerchief and slide the full cotton back into my pants. I had jerked off in weird places, and now Ron wanted me to have sex in public, with a man! And I nodded. He wasted no time, his hand snaking to my pants, undoing the button. I moved the seat into a reclining position and looked all around. The only person I could even see was a young woman, two rows away and she was clearly asleep. Even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t be able to see Ron’s head in my lap.
He pulled my hard cock out of my pants, and without any waste of time took the entire length into his mouth, down his throat. I thrust, it felt GOOD! As he blew me, I watched him jerk on his own cock. I wanted to touch it, and even to suck it. But most of all, I wanted it shoved up my ass. And that thought took me over the edge, and with a low grunt, I gave him the load he wanted. And he didn’t miss a beat, taking it all, swallowing each part of it and milking me until I had no more to give. Then he carefully cleaned my cock, slid it back under my pants and buttoned them. Then he leaned back, his long prick in clear view. He pulled up his shirt, twisted and pinched one of his nipples, and then came all over his chest and flat stomach, thrusting his prick as if he was penetrating a cunt, or a young man’s asshole I thought.
He smiled, and then wiped himself with a handkerchief he had pulled from his sport jacket pocket. “That was, well great Tory, really great!”
I just smiled and nodded. It had been great, but not as fulfilling as I had wanted. I wanted his cock in my ass. A slam announced the conductor coming into the carriage. Ron moved quickly to his seat, and I made sure I was fully buttoned up. I was. The conductor said nothing as he passed us by. I fell asleep. I awoke once or twice and saw Ron asleep as well. As the sky lightened, I knew we weren’t far from Jacksonville. Ron was happy, giddy almost and he talked me into going to the dining car and eating breakfast. It was great, he ordered champagne, and made sure I had some. He was great to be with, funny, and easy to talk to. The conductor came through the car announcing our arrival in half an hour. I wished the train ride could have gone on forever.
“Look, Tory. Why not come spend a day or so with me. My wife and kids are out of town, at her mother’s and won’t be back for a week. I live on the beach, it will be great.” He looked at me, and I told him my Aunt was supposed to pick me up. He seemed to mull it over, “okay, look, we can meet during the day, or at night.” And I nodded. He gave me his number, “call me, please.” He had a note of begging in his voice. I nodded again. But as I said goodbye to him, and as he begged me again to call him, I didn’t think I would.
My Aunt was glad to see me, and it was great riding with her back to their house which was also on the beach. She was good-looking, a bit overweight, but with great big breasts which fired my imagination. “You’ll love it here Tory, really. The neighborhood is great and the beach is a walk across the dunes from our back door. As we pulled into her driveway, I noticed the house next door. It was huge, gorgeous.
“Wow,” I said, “who lives there?”
My Aunt smiled, “oh, a very famous pianist. I think they are away right now, but they are a gorgeous couple. I think his name is Ron, Ron Ragaway.” And suddenly I realized I wouldn’t have to make the decision to call Ron or not, I just had to walk fifty yards to his front door! And my prick moved and my asshole itched, anticipating what would happen over the next week.

Prince Albert for thanksgiving

happy thanksgiving  everyone and don’t eat turkey much.

the other day me and my partner were talking about B&D, S&M, L&M, P&Q…. and after praising our hard cocks with their rings around them ; we started talking about plugs.

having written about penis plugs and sounding and being very turned on when thinking about such plugs, i decided to find some info cos recently i feel extremely kinky and many times i need something new to increase the pleasure.

i found out two things, i like piercings and i have pierce my ears and nipples but PA does me no good cos i’m a 100% bottom around him (to my own surprise i never try being a bottom round other guys but well that pretty seems like cheating and i do enjoy his domination) second, he doesn’t like piercings, tattoos and  clothes besides he’s too thick i really dont need a help to spread me more than i can bear.

so PA can go to hell, but still i can enjoy plugs. checking everywhere and nowhere, i realized you cant use Prince’s wands on it’s own  and i really don’t want a s.s. tube in my cock 24-7 as much as i don’t like to pee like girls. so i decided to stay with my butt plugs till i find a good penis plug. and i’m sure he cant get such a plug in me unless he ties me very hard and that means we need a few hours on our own in a deserted place where i can shout as loud as i can  and he can do whatever he likes and he’s not that dominant yet and i really cant have so much time on my own in near future.

so i can stick to whatever i have now and be a good boy as much as possible.

here’s a few things i found and i think you’re interested in having one. you do it and tell me the results, honestly it looked frightening to me.

The Prince Albert is probably the most popular of all male piercings. The healing process is faster than most, and it has been considered to be the most sexually appealing male piercing. The Prince Albert piercing, in most cases, is performed by inserting a needle receiving tube into the urethra and then starting the needle from the outside and feeding it out through the tube. There are not many complications associated with this piercing. There is always a chance of rejection, but the likelihood is minimal. Even the wearer’s own urine actually serves as a healing agent, and it is not necessary to clean the piercing after urination.

Reverse Prince Albert The other variation of the Prince Albert is the Reverse Prince Albert, which is essentially the same, but the jewelry circles around to the top of the glans (head) instead of the bottom.

Recommended jewelry:10 gauge captive bead ring or circular barbell. The circular barbell may be more comfortable, especially for the uncircumcised wearer. 

Expected healing time: 2 – 4 months

Sexual limitations: Abstinence for at least one week, and careful sexual activity afterward. Condom should be worn during entire healing process.

HISTORY

The Prince Albert piercing is named after Prince Albert who was the husband of Queen Victoria of England. He was reputeded to have had this piercing done prior to his marriage to the queen around 1825, at that time Beau Brummel started the craze for ultra tight mens trousers. Because the pants were so tight, the penis needed to be held to one side or the other so as not to create an unsightly bulge. To accomplish this some men had their penis pierced to allow it to be held by a hook on the inside of the trousers, this piercing was called a “Dressing Ring” at the time because tailors would ask if a gentleman dressed to the left or the right and tailor the trousers accordingly, tailors to this day will ask if you dress to the left or right.

SEXUAL EFFECTIVENESS

The Prince Albert Piercing is very effective for sex, that is why it is the most popular male genital piercing. It provides greater stimulation to both partners during sex, and it has the added allure of being being somewhat kinky, people always have to wonder what it would be like to have sex with someone with a genital piercing. On top of all that it makes the penis more aesthetically attractive, in the same way as jewellery worn on the fingers. “My kind of guy is tall and dark and has long hair, a good body, tattoos and some Body Hardware.” Pamela Anderson ber-Babe.

“unless you’ve got a bolt through your genitals, you’re not making it in the nineties!” Tommy (T-Bone) Lee. Motley Crue, Pamela’s Husband.

PAIN ?

Many men considering getting this piercing are put off by the idea that it must be painful, however the pain is minimal. The piece of skin where the piercing is done is very thin, less than 1mm thick and I use ice to numb the area before the piercing. The pain is just a very short sharp pain which lasts a second or two.

PLACEMENT

The Prince Albert Piercing is done through the eye or “urethra” of the penis and then comes out at the intersection of the small bridge of skin “fraenulum” and the edge of the head of the penis “corona”, there is an almost triangular intersection and this is where the piercing goes. If the man is uncircumcised it must go slightly to one side of the fraenulum, if he is circumcised it can go directly through the centre.

Procedure

During the process of any Prince Albert piercing, the area is first cleaned and marked at the piercing point. An uncircumcised male will be required to pull his foreskin back so the best placement can be determined. In uncircumcised men the piercing is usually done to one side of the frenum to prevent discomfort.

There are several different methods used to perform this piercing, the most common of which is to insert a receiving tube into the urethra and then pierce from the chosen point on the outside — some piercers mark this point, some don’t — into the recieving tube. The tube is then removed, and the chosen jewellery is inserted behind the needle.

Alternatively, a cannula can be used to perform the piercing from the inside out. The needle is retracted slightly, and the cannula is inserted into the urethra and lined up with the exit mark on the outside. The needle is then pushed down into the cannula, and the whole lot is pushed out through the exit point. After the needle is removed the cannula remains in place, allowing for very easy jewellery insertion.

A third method is occasionally used by very experienced freehand piercers, who use a method similar to the cannula method explained above, but using a standard piercing needle. With great care the needle can be inserted into the urethra and the piercing done from the inside out. This method is only used by people with a lot of experience and confidence, as great care must be taken not to nick the inside of the urethra.

JEWELLERY

Initially the piercing is done with a ball closure ring which is 2mm thick with an internal diameter of approximately 13-18mm. After 2 months it’s best to increase the ring to one of 2.4mm thickness, this is far more comfortable during sex. Other forms of jewelery i.e. circular barbells, banana barbells, and prince wands may be worn. The initial size of the ring which is used for the piercing is determined by educated guesswork because it really impossible to determine the exact size until you have an erection. If the ring pinches the skin or is uncomfortable when you get an erection it may be too small, if this is the case the ring must be changed immediately for one which is larger, this is done for no cost it’s part of the service you pay for when you get the piercing. If a ring that’s too small is left in you may tear the piercing slightly which can result in infection, or the wound may continue to tear and become very uncomfortable.

HEALING

The Prince Albert piercing is a very easy piercing to heal, because every time you urinate you clean and disinfect the wound, I have never heard of a single person having a problem with this piercing. Urine is sterile when it leaves the body because it has been purified by the kidneys, and it contains a large amount of ammonia which is a strong antiseptic. The more water you drink the quicker the piercing will heal, try to drink at least 8 glasses a day . You may experience some bleeding in the first 36-48 hours, don’t be afraid this is normal and will stop eventually. If you are worried that it hasn’t stopped please call us. There is one drawback to having a Prince Albert piercing, because the ring goes through the urethra you will dribble when you urinate. This problem is worse for some people more than others. When urinating into a toilet bowl you have to stand with your legs on either side of the bowl, and make sure not to shake when you finish, just relax for a few moments before putting your penis away. When you are standing at a urinal stand with you legs well spread close to the urinal and lean forward with your back arched. The problem improves with time, and the insertion of the thicker ring, but it never goes completely away.

DO’s & DONT’S TO HEAL YOUR PRINCE ALBERT PIERCING

THE NUMBER ONE REASON FOR INFECTION IS TOUCHING AND PLAYING WITH THE PIERCING!

• DO use Lavender oil as it promotes healing and lubricates the wound reducing tenderness. Apply a small amount with a cotton-wool bud after cleaning then move the jewellery gently so it gets into the wound. Remove any excess with a tissue as leaving it on can cause the skin to become irritated. It may be purchased at supermarkets (medicine section) or at chemists and must be marked (BP) or medicinal grade.
• DO clean under the foreskin regularly, at least twice a day when you shower, salt water baths are also beneficial for healing. dry under the foreskin with a clean tissue or piece of toilet paper after bathing.
• DO drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and try to refrain from excessive consumption of coffee, tea, and alcohol, because they make your urine cloudy, making urination painful and hampering healing.
• DO wear a condom during sex for the first 4 weeks, even if you are in a monogamous relationship, the natural flora of the vagina can cause the wound to become infected; use a lubricant on the condom and also put a little on the jewelery so that it doesn’t get caught on the inside of the condom as this can be uncomfortable. (this is true for gays cos anus is a lot worse than vagina)
• DO wear clean! loose cotton underwear for 4 weeks, as cotton allows the area to breath and clean underwear reduces the chance of an infection.
• DON’T have sex for 3-4 days and be very gentle during sex for the first month.
• DON’T use any creams or lotions to heal the piercing as they don’t allow air to get to the wound. Don’t use Tea Tree Oil, Methylated spirits, Dettol etc because they will be painful and hamper the healing process.

The prince’s wand (also known as a penis plug) is a particularly unusual piece of body piercing jewelry. It consists of a hollow tube with a threaded cap at the end. The tube is inserted into the urethra, and a stem is inserted through a Prince Albert piercing and into another threaded hole on the side of the tube. The general shape is similar to a police nightstick. The little side stem holds the tube in place. The threaded cap, often just a ball, can be removed so the wearer can urinate through the hollow tube without having to remove the jewelry (from the Prince Albert piercing).

Most prince’s wands are held in place by a Prince Albert piercing, but any urethral piercing can be used, and some wands require no piercing.

Prince’s wands are somewhat uncommon. Expensive to buy and relatively difficult to manufacture or procure, they are most popular among men who enjoy Urethral Play . Prince’s wands require precision measurements of the penis and urethra both flaccid and erect, in addition to the original Prince Albert piercing.

Types of Prince’s Wands

There are three basic types of prince’s wands. The most common, or standard type is the basic “policeman’s nightstick” described above. Ringed wands have one or more external rings that are attached to the bead on outside stem of the wand that passes through the PA piercing, and encircle the penis. Finally, pinless wands do not require a PA piercing to wear, as they have no stem to insert through a piercing. Rarer features include more than one stem (for multiple piercings), and various attachments to the external beads.

here are some good links:

http://www.allaboutrainbows.com/mature_audience.htm

http://www.body-piercing.com.au/body_piercing_gallery/body_piercing_gallery_prince_albert_procedure.htm

http://www.princeswand.com/

http://www.steelwerksextreme.com/